Screenland (Nov 1942-Apr 1943)

i the face. We're all pretty scared. I'm >£ry now that I convinced Jon to let Franks go, for if anything happens to her — . 'A rather not think of that. To try to be limy, I think of all the bad radio profams I've done. But this isn't a time for imedy. Then I remember that it was wise f me to make out my will before I left >r the trip. And then suddenly I think > myself, "Well, if this is it, this is it. ou've had a good, full life. You've done lot. What more can you expect from life ? won't be so bad then — going now." We've been out two hours now. We're ill circling, going up and then going down. \"liy don't they tell us to jump? And then the miracle everyone reads aout so often happens. Suddenly, we're in ie middle of the rays of about twenty jarchlights. They know we're in trouble, bey're trying to light up the airport. We still have to get down, though, and lat will take some flying. This pea soup , terrific. We come down very, very low mil we are about fifty feet above the water, t's the only way we can see where we are. his is ticklish business, flying so low, even i-iough most of the Army pilots in Alaska kim above the water like this often. A jlight lurch of the plane could send us lto eternity. But Lieutenant Setzer knows ow to fly. Finally, a dull thud tells us we ||ve landed. The nightmare is over. We get out and see crash landing equipicnt and ambulances ready. Thank God we lldn't have to use them. I notice that Lieutenant Setzer has no fe belt or chute on. I ask him about this. Ie just says, "My cargo was more imortant and you people were my cargo." "hen he tells me, quite calmly, "It was lenty tough up there. I never thought :,Vd make it. You see, we were flying blind ; nd our radio was off." It took us two and a half hours to make the trip that should have been made in a half an hour. Fate was watching over us after all. Thursday, Sept. 17 — Play seven shows in Anchorage. We entertain the boys in the hospital. It brings the war very close. We also give a number of shows around the dugouts. Most of the boys I talk to want to know about the States and what's going on. One of them asks me how the Brooklyn Dodgers are doing. I tell him it looks like St. Louis will cop the pennant. He can't figure it out. "Why, the last paper I read up here, Brooklyn was eight games out in front." I tell him he'd better get hold of a later paper — if that's possible. Friday, Sept. 18 — Leave for Whitehorse but find we can't get through. Weather again! Go to Fairbanks instead to get away from a storm that is coming up. Then on to Northway where we entertain about fifty soldiers who sit on tree stumps and listen to us. Saturday, Sept. 19 — On our way from Fairbanks to Watson Lake. We do three shows there in this desolate, lonely place. We sleep that night in the barracks. I have been warmer. Warm inside, though, because of the pleasure we were able to give those kids at the Lake. They didn't know we were coming. It was a wonderful sight to see them come from all directions, through mud and on any available trucks, to hear us. Sunday, Sept. 20 — We go to Edmonton and then to Seattle. Our trip is supposed to be over, but we decide to go back. The Army gives us permission. We feel that there are more camps to cover. That our job is only half done. Tuesday, Sept. 22 — We're sitting in a hotel in Seattle when four sailors come up to us. There are eight in our party. One of the sailors says, "We'd like to buy champagne cocktails for all of you." I tell them not to be silly, that they shouldn't spend their money on us. They keep on insisting but finally I'm able to convince them that they should leave. A few minutes later, the waiter brings us eight champagne cocktails. When I ask whom they are from, he points to the four sailors, who wave at us. "They said to say thanks for all you're doing, Mr. Hoik-," the waiter said. We won't forget those four boys, either. Do our broadcast from Seattle. Wednesday Sept. 23 — Leave Seattle. Arrive at Juneau that night. We stop at the only modern hotel, the Baronof. Friday, Sept. 25 — -We reach Naknak and then we go to Cold Bay, where we do five or six more shows. In Cold Bay I meet a friend, Corporal Nicoletti. General Jones gave me permission to talk to him and to invite him to have dinner with the General and me that night. Corporal Nicoletti had a great deal of money in civilian life. He was a prominent figure of the Bel-Air social group in Beverly Hills. The change from his former way of living to this is tremendous. He looks at the steak on his plate and simply murmurs, "Steak! I haven't had one for six months!" After dinner, he gives me a start by going down on the floor. His hands touch the rug. "Gee!" he exclaims. "This rug feels good." The General gives me permission to take Nicoletti with me to Umnak. Saturday, Sept. 26 — The Aleutians at last! We are only 250 miles from Kiska in a place called Umnak. As we prepare to land, a reconnaissance plane hovers over us. Our pilot maneuvers back and forth. I discover that no one can get in Umnak without giving the proper signals. When I TALKED WITH GOD (Yes I Did # Actually and Xitera. and as a result of that little talk with God, a strange Power came into my life. After 42 years of horrible, dismal, sickening failure, everything took on a brighter hue. It's fascinating to talk with God, and it can be done very easily once you learn the secret. And when you do — well — there will come into your life the same dynamic Power which came into mine. The shackles of defeat and fear which bound me for years, went a shimmering — and now? — well, I am President of the News Review Publishing Company, which corporation publishes the largest circulating afternoon daily in North Idaho. I own the largest office-building in my City. I drive two beautiful cars, I own my own home which has a lovely pipe-organ in it, and my family are abundantly provided for after I'm gone. And all this has been made possible because, one day, about twelve years ago, I actually and literally talked with God. You too may experience that strange mystical Power which comes from' talking with God, and when you do, if there is poverty, unrest, unhappiness, ill-health, or material lack in your life, well — DR. PRANK B. ROBINSON Pounder "Fsychiana," Moscow, Idaho this same Power is able to do for you what it did for me. No matter how useless or how helpless your life seems to be — all this can be changed. For this is not a human power I'm talking about — it's a God Power. And there are no limitations to the God-Power, are there? Of course not. You probably would like to know how you, too, may talk with God, so that this same Power which brought these good things to me, might come into your life too. I have written the strange, almost unbelievable story in two booklets, and I have given away literally millions of copies of them. As a matter of fact, the story has been told in 67 foreign countries, and in every city, town, village and hamlet in America. It has been written up by such outstanding periodicals as Time, Newsweek, Magazine Digest, and scores of other internationallyknown publications. I want to give you these two booklets. I want to give you also illustrated circulars, and copies of letters which tell what is heingr accomplished all over the world through this new strange Teaching. If you will send me your name and address on a post-card or in a letter, these two booklets will come to you free of charge. This experience may sound unbelievable, but it's true or I wouldn't tell you it was. 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